Friday, October 27, 2006
In which Soozcat regresses to childhood
Ah, I feel like a kindergartner again.
These are crayon rubbings of a few of the autumn leaves in our neighborhood. I'm pretty sure they are, clockwise from left to right: ornamental crabapple, maple and ginkgo. And if you're wondering: a) no, I didn't actually do that neat of a job with the rubbing; this image went through some minor cleanup in Paint Shop Pro, and b) although our fall colors are fairly amazing this year, the crabapple leaf is not color-accurate. Heh.
I am a happy -- and probably very easily pleased -- Laundry Fairy right now, because yesterday the mail brought me a huge pillowy bag full of knitting wool in various gorgeous colors. Christmas presents, here we come. (Not that I'm a particularly good knitter/crocheter, mind you, but what I lack in ability I make up for in enthusiasm.)
Have I mentioned that I've gone off the deep end and decided to make as many handmade Christmas presents as possible this year? Yes, well, I do seem to enjoy setting myself up for failure. We'll see how much mad creative output I can gin up in the coming month. Maybe this year, instead of NaNoWriMo, I'll commit to NaChrisPrezMo instead. Then instead of generating an unsellable novel, I'll make unwearable scarves and hats! Huzzah!
(Note to siblings: don't worry, I'm not going to give you anything horrifying.)
In other news, if I get one more unwanted phone call and/or mail circular related to the upcoming election, I am going to load up and head for the nearest clock tower. I've just about had it. For the last week I have had, on average, three calls and four flyers in my mailbox per day, all either urging me "Don't vote for X, he clubs baby seals and worships Cthulhu!" or "Vote for Y, she'll make the water sweeter, the trees grow taller, peace and joyous giggly rapture will rule the land, and your toots will smell of roses and ambergris!" ENOUGH. I am pleased to live in a land where I have the freedom to choose my own representatives in government, but I also believe I live in a land where I should have the freedom not to hear from them every day for the next week and a half. Holy cripes on toast, people!